Poetry

Burnt bacon
for a few seconds
the dog forgets me

Moss and bark in
the abandoned empty
shopping car

Sleepy canal waves
mirror firefly carnival
heartache softens

Fan breeze. Pinned to
wall, paper turns butterfly
fluttering wings

The dove egg-sits up
top on the ledge of the porch
from my couch

Iron skillet rusting
            In rank summer grass—
The peeling clapboard cottage

misty morning fog
first light on the horizon
storefront flowers

Finches ignore
the dead sparrow
in the feeder

evening mind
flashing O-P-E-N
at the teriyaki hut

early spring
golden poppies and purple sage
in the cemetery